281: C281 Fu Sihan Killed Someone

C281 Fu Sihan Killed Someone

Fu Manhua's head was pierced through by a sharp object on the wooden floor. Blood flowed out from the back of her head. Her body twitched twice and she stopped moving.

"Ah!"

With a short scream, Yan Mengrou hurriedly covered her mouth but it was still too late.

Fu Yangqian heard it and looked over.

At this moment, Yan Mengrou thought she saw the devil.

Fu Yangqian's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were filled with killing intent, and his muscles were tense. Even though he was wearing an elegant suit, it still could not hide the extremely terrifying aura from his body.

"I, I, I, didn't see anything!" Yan Mengrou turned around and ran.

She also did not expect that when she was bored and walked around, she would accidentally bump into the scene of Fu Yangqian killing Fu Manhua.

Yan Mengrou hated herself for coming to such a place without maids and guests, even if she screamed for help. The people in the banquet hall could not hear it. They could only hear the elegant waltz and the harmonious and prosperous conversation!

Fu Yangqian emotionlessly hooked his lower lip and chased after Yan Mengrou with two steps. He grabbed Yan Mengrou's shoulder.

"Ah!" Yan Mengrou screamed in fear and begged with a trembling voice, "Fu Second Young Master, I didn't see anything, really! I won't say anything. Please spare me! "

"Don't want to die?" Fu Yangqian held Yan Mengrou's neck with one hand and gently combed her messy hair with the other.

Yan Mengrou felt that the person smiling in front of her was extremely sinister and terrifying.

"Mengrou, don't worry. I don't want to kill you, but you have to be obedient."

"Okay, okay, I will be obedient!" Yan Mengrou's gaze could not help but glance downstairs. Fu Manhua still maintained her frightened state and her eyes were wide open as if she was about to spit it out.

Fu Yangqian was sure that Yan Mengrou did not dare to run away. He let go of her neck and took the towel from the pocket of the suit to wipe his hands elegantly. Then he threw the towel to her.

"Go, wipe the fingerprints on her neck."

... "Me, me, me?" Yan Mengrou pointed at her nose with a pale face.

Fu Yangqian smiled. "Don't you want to show your value?"

Those who had no value could only die.

Yan Mengrou originally thought that she was not afraid of death and that her eyes would turn white when she died.

What was scary was that the torture and death of the soul before death were ugly, especially when she met a devil like Fu Yangqian!

Yan Mengrou was pampered when she grew up. Not to mention touching dead people, she had only seen dead people once. It was the adaptation of life on the island. Now, Fu Yangqian actually wanted her to clean up the mess?!

This man was simply a cancer that grew in the dark!

Who would have thought that this refined man wearing gold-rimmed glasses would kill his sister without even blinking?

The temperature of a dead person quickly dropped. Even through the thin scarf, one could feel the cool and stiff skin of Fu Manhua. Yan Mengrou's body kept trembling and she was extremely terrified.

The more afraid she was, the more she hated it.

She hated Yan Wanwan and Fu Sihan! It was all because of these two people that she was used by Fu Yangqian. That was why she was reduced to this state today!

"Done?" Fu Yangqian stood high and mighty on the second floor and ordered Yan Mengrou, "There is one more thing that needs you to do."

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Because it was not yet time for the biological clock to fall asleep, Yan Wanwan took a short rest before waking up. She looked at the time and saw that it was just past midnight not long ago.

There was no familiar heat source by her side. Wanwan touched it and found that the position beside her was empty. The remaining temperature had already dissipated.

Wanwan sat up. There was a gentle sleeping lamp in the room. She followed the light and looked around but did not see Fu Sihan in the room.

Fu Sihan had left the room at some point in time.

Wanwan waited in the room for a while, put on her shoes and walked out.

It was very noisy outside, not because of the singing and dancing at the banquet, but... the crowd, the traffic, and... the sirens of the ambulance and police car!

Wanwan felt that something was wrong and quickly ran to the first floor.

The originally bustling hall was already deserted. The last few guests left the room under the guidance of the maids, and they even had a look of misfortune on their faces.

"What happened?" Wanwan pulled a maid beside her and asked.

"Third Young Madame..." The servant looked at Yan Wanwan with a complicated expression.

"What happened?" Wanwan had a bad premonition.

"Miss is dead. Currently, the biggest suspect is Third Young Master."

Yan Wanwan's brain seemed to explode like thunder. With a bang, all her thoughts were blown away. In exchange, her face turned as pale as a sheet of paper.

She looked at the maid doubtfully. She could not believe that she had misheard what she said and even used the maid to lie to her.

But... Fu Sihan had indeed left the room. How could it be...?

"Third Young Madame, Third Young Master and the rest are in the study on the second floor. If you don't believe me, you can go and take a look yourself!" The maid said a few words and left in a hurry.

The maid was not Fu Sihan's man. Who knew if she would be implicated if she talked more with Third Young Madame, Yan Wanwan?

Wanwan looked around blankly. The servants were in a hurry and were all afraid.

There was another siren outside the mansion and a few people walked in. The leading two people's uniforms had the words "Forensics."

Wanwan's thoughts were pulled back in an instant and she ran towards the north of the second floor like crazy.

From afar, she heard someone whispering. There was a group of people standing outside the study and everyone was looking downstairs.

A thought appeared in Wanwan's mind: Fu Manhua's corpse was downstairs.

She opened the crowd and immediately went downstairs to find Fu Sihan.

Just as she saw a pair of high heels, her vision went black and was blocked by a pair of hands.

Wanwan felt an arm wrap around her collarbone from the back and the other hand cover her eyes.

A warm and familiar scent came from behind her.

Wanwan's heart stopped at this moment and did not dare to move.

"Why did you come here?" She heard the question from the person behind her. His voice was as low and cold as usual. If she listened carefully, she could hear some helplessness and indulgence.

Wanwan could not wait to turn around. When she saw the person she desperately wanted to see, she heaved a sigh of relief and asked nervously, "Third Elder Brother, how are you? What's going on?"

After Wanwan said that, she subconsciously wanted to see the situation downstairs again.

Fu Sihan reacted quickly and turned her head away, not allowing her to turn her head. "Don't look."1

If his death was not good, it would dirty his woman's eyes.

"I, I heard from the maid that you..." Wanwan's voice trembled.

"I killed someone?" Fu Sihan's voice trailed off. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. It was even very casual, as if he was talking about something else.

What he was thinking in his heart was, Which talkative person would throw out the Fu Family's mansion tomorrow?

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it..." Wanwan shook her head. She did not believe that this was true.

"Huh, Yan Wanwan, of course you don't believe it. You are his wife. He sentenced you to death and you have no backing. Of course you don't believe it." Yan Mengrou sneered at the side, "What you said is not trustworthy at all!"

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